The Raunchy Revenge of Merille Morningtide – Chapter 02 [dubcon][fantasy][orgasm denial][oral]

Her legs were trembling and useless as Merille searched desperately for a way to break free. The rope chafed her wrists when she pulled hard on it, hoping for some sort of miracle that it would just break.

It did not.

Callus fingers on her thigh snapped her attention back to Salus. The Diamond Dagger leader had a wide, wicked smile on his face now. His umber eyes glinted with sadistic intent as he traced a gentle line toward her hairless pussy.

“Why so nervous?” he asked, his fingertips barely an inch from her drooling folds. “We’re just getting started.”

“Let me go now and I promise to spare your lives!” she growled, but could not keep the quiver out of her voice.

Her clit throbbed furiously from the denied orgasm, and her body ached with the longing for a release. She could not think about anything but his touch and the lost pleasure. It took all of her willpower to keep from begging him.

Many nights in the past three years, Merille had experienced such intense lust and desire. These *Lapses* of overwhelming urges took hold of her like a dark grip that would not let go no matter how many times she sated the lust on her own.

Cocks and deranged abuses were the means of releasing her from these sudden surges of depraved desires. Night after night, she had willingly prostrated herself for drunkards and revolting men from seedy taverns.

The petite merc was reluctant and awkward at first, but eventually grew accustomed to it. She had managed to keep her identity hidden all these times with fake hair and poorly lit alleys. And those bastards did not care who they fucked as long as she was easy and dripping for them.

*And no one would think the Raven was groveling at their feet, begging for their cocks,* she thought sourly but could not deny that the pleasure was exquisite. The climaxes she had through those degrading means were much more intense and satisfying.

“Empty threats. Empty threats,” the blonde bandit said, almost bored.

“What do you want?! How about thirty gold coins? You can fuck more whores than you can count with that money!” she blurted, feeling the submissive urges raising and panicking.

The Lapse could last from a few hours to a few days. During those times, she had little control over herself. She would become an obedient pet to any man in front of her.

Once, a fat drunk ordered Merille to lick his cum off the pavement because she splattered his load after sucking him off. Though a part of her protested, her body moved and lapped over the dirty ground until it was clean of the murky goo.

Salus triggered the Lapse from denying her orgasm and thought he had forced her into submission on his own. If he learned the truth, he would have the means to take complete control of her.

She might have hid the fact that the Raven was a masochistic whore to the best of her ability, but it would no longer matter if her enemies knew how easy it was to subjugate both her mind and body.

“Is the fearsome Raven getting afraid?” A flash of sadistic delight crossed his lips. “Makes me want to ruin you even more.”

His coarse fingers found her pulsating clit at the end of his words and stroked. Wetness flowed out of her instantly as bolts of unwanted pleasure rushed up her spine. Her back arched and her legs thrashed out at the sudden flood of sensation.

“N-No…S-Stop!” she gasped, squirming away from his touch.

The rest of the bandits were on her in a heartbeat. Broken-Tooth took her left thigh while Black-Eye held her right before pulling them apart. Crooked-Nose propped her up, then looped an arm around her slender neck.

Without even an inch to escape, Salus found his mark once more, and she jerked feebly within their tight grips. The blonde continued his leisure stroke, drawing out more and more of her hot juice as pleasure swelling within her core.

A whimpering moan escaped her lips when a violent shudder tore up her petite body. Tears trickled down her flushed cheeks, and it took everything she had left to keep any more obscene noises from slipping out.

But the last of her defiance also failed rapidly under the rolling waves of ecstasy.

Sweat beaded her forehead and a glistening sheen coated her naked flesh. “Th-This is m-my last warning,” she said through gritted teeth, trying her best to lace her voice with a razor edge.

That illusion broke instantly when Salus thrust two fingers into her quivering folds. The gasping yelp that bellowed from her lips was meek and vulnerable. He curled his fingers and pushed into her velvety wall, at the spot that drained strength from her legs and forced a raspy whimper out of her.

“Or what?” he asked, snickering. Then he came for her clit with another hand and continued the slow tease again. “What are you going to do, Raven? Come on, tell me!” he chuckled and picked up his pace.

Ecstasy shot through her like a strike of lightning. Merille thrashed against her restraints but merely shook their powerful grips slightly. “Pl-Please…stop,” she begged, the submissive side of her slowly taking over.

“Please?” the blonde perked up. “Did you hear that? The Raven just fucking beg me!” he laughed but did not miss a beat with his fingers.

Her muscles contracted as heat churned in her core and built rapidly. White pleasure blotted out any thoughts and her hips rocked against his stroking fingers, eager for the stimulation and yearning for the coming eruption.

Then it was gone. His fingers, the stimulation, the pleasure, and the climax.

“No! No! Please!” she cried out, breaking into a whole body shudder at the loss of his touch. “No…” she sobbed.

“Do you want to cum, Raven?” he asked, licking his fingers and sucking softly.

The question tore a dreadful tremor through her core. She wanted to cum. *Needed to cum.* But if she said the words. If she uttered the plea. She knew from the darkest depth of her heart that she would lose control.

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